Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Can,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.